10 comments/ 44245 views/ 2 favorites The Lamp Ch. 05-06 By: carvohi Chapter Five: On what would be the last day of their road trip Mike found a good-looking place to stop. They were in the outer most suburban ring of one of the large west-coast cities, just the place for Mike's final check up. He pulled the car into a spacious mall parking lot. Turning off the car he hit the switch that opened the trunk. Gong back to the trunk he pulled out the lamp. Mike thought he'd better check in with Genie, before he attempted what he wanted to try next. Mike rubbed the lamp. From out of nowhere the Genie appeared. He looked pissed. "Mike I hope this is important, because I was really busy." Mike answered. "I'm sorry Mr. Genie, but I had one or two question I wanted to ask." The Genie answered. "Shoot." Mike said. "Well first, I'm about to start a new career. I want to change the relationship I have with my wife. How can I allow her to keep her memories, but keep her from exposing me if I start her out on something new. The Genie gave a quick response. "Just tell her she can remember what you've both done, but she can't rat you out. Tell her she can't try and contact past friends or relatives. Tell her she just can't. Then tell her she can't rat you out to any new friends. See Mike, that's all you have to do." Mike thought and answered. "Thanks Mr. Genie. I didn't think it would be quite that easy." The Genie took something out of his pocket. He studied whatever it was briefly and spoke, "I see Mike you've come a long way, and I don't mean just geographically. You still have a long way to go, but remember, when the time is ripe, you'll be giving up the lamp and turning it over to somebody who will need it more. Don't worry. Like I told you before. When that time comes, you won't mind at all. Meanwhile, you've still got a lot to do. Is there anything else I can help you with?" Mike spoke. "Yes, what if I want to bring someone here from far away quickly?" The Genie answered. "Mike, short of murder, you can do anything you want." Mike answered. "Thanks Mr. Genie. I'm sorry I annoyed you. I'll try not to bother you again. The Genie smiled, and with a wisp of smoke he'd disappeared back to where he'd come from. Mike wondered. How'd he do that? He went back to the car. He leaned in and spoke to his wife. "Tammy I'm going to the mall. While I'm there I'll be buying you lots of presents. Some of the presents will be clothes. So you better be good while I'm gone." Tammy looked across the car and spoke. "Mike, are you really going to let me have clothes? Oh I can't thank you enough. I'll be really good. I promise I really will." Tammy thought as he started to walk away. I'm going to get out of here. I'll be free. He'll see I'll do whatever he wants. I'll be good. I'll be his slave. I'll be his sex toy." I'll work, I'll toil, and I'll do everything he wants. Then, when I get my chance, Ha!" While Mike walked along toward the mall he knew he wasn't deceiving himself. Tammy couldn't be trusted. He knew that, but the way he had things planned there wouldn't be anything she would be able to do. He had her. She just didn't completely understand what her new role in life was about to become." Mike went into the mall. He scanned the mall map, then started for the stores he needed to visit. He needed to visit a good children's clothing store, a good furniture store, and there were appliances to buy. He needed clothes for himself. There were books, notebooks, a computer, and it's ancillaries. Mike spent the better part of the day in the mall. When he was finished he felt satisfied. Tomorrow he would find a good condominium for the two of them. Then he had to check out the private schools. He wanted only the best for Tammy, and that would mean a brand new start on life for her as well as for him. That evening he rented another motel room, leaving Tammy in her little cage probably for the last time. The next day he scoured the newspapers until he found what he was looking for. Using most of the money he had left he made arrangements to buy a spacious condominium on the outskirts of the city. It would come furnished. When Mike bought the condominium he'd made certain he scouted the terrain for the best private schools. He found what most of the experts had agreed was the best private girl's school in that neck of the woods. It was called the Forest Hollow School for Girls. Tuition was expensive, but he'd already made his first contact. Mike figured within a week he'd have his wife Tammy actively busy in her new daytime environment as a child in school. Everything seemed to be working just fine. The morning of the big day came. Mike woke up from a sound sleep in the motel. It was going to be his last motel wake up for a while. He cleaned himself, and left for the car. When he got to the car he found Tammy sitting in her birdcage just where he'd left her. Mike smiled at the miserably unhappy Tammy, "Good morning girl. Today's the big day. We're off to our new home." Tammy looked abjectly miserable. She had absolutely no idea what her new home would be. It might a continuation of her current purgatory sitting and living in a squalid little cage, clinging to a little perch, swinging on a skimpy little nylon swing, eating stale cookie crumbs, washing and wiping with pieces of paper towel, and drinking tepid water from a tiny plastic tub. Or it might be, as Mike had intimated on more than one occasion, a tiny little doll's house bolted up against a wall decorated with little pieces of plastic furniture. His idea of a happy ending and hers looked mighty different. They drove for perhaps an hour and a half. Tammy could sense by the number of times Mike stopped and started they were in a more congested area. Finally she felt the strain of several tight turns, slow driving through what must be a parking lot, until he finally stopped the car. Mike leaned over to where Tammy was balancing herself on her perch. He had insisted she sit on her perch whenever he drove. She hated it. He smiled. "We're home. He took the cage cover and she was in darkness. For the next several minutes Tammy remained n the dark, but she heard Mike open the trunk, and she could hear him make several trips from the car to somewhere. Finally she heard the passenger's door open, felt him lift her cage, and then she felt the inevitable sway as he was carrying her. She heard a door open, more movement, then the door closed. He walked across a room. He lifted the cover off the cage. Mike smiled down at her. "We're home." From where she was sitting on the floor in her little prison she could tell they were in a spacious room. Beyond that she hadn't a clue. Mike started to speak. "Tammy, I'm going to let you out of your birdcage, but before I let you out and restore you to your natural size we have to get some things straight. Now listen carefully, and don't interrupt or offer any suggestions. First, from this moment onward you are longer my wife. You are my niece and my ward. I have enrolled you in a girl's school that's about a mile from here. You're enrolled as a thirteen-year old girl about to enter the eighth grade in middle school. Uniforms for your schooling have already been purchased. Tammy was aghast! She was listening. She heard, but she simply didn't comprehend. Mike opened the door to her cage and she crawled out. Mike went on, "I'm going to give you several official instructions right now that will make all things possible. Listen carefully, not that it really matters. Mike spoke the words "Aba daba gember all your old life you'll remember. Aba daba egret, but it always will always be kept a secret. Aba daba goof us the past remains just between us. Aba daba hooter, and from this moment on we start our new future." Then he spoke the words she really wanted to hear, "Aba daba prize, restore Tammy to five inches short of her full size. Immediately Tammy started to return to her almost normal size, if not to her full grown past. Once Tammy reached the indicated size she spoke. "Mike I know you're completely off your rocker now. I'm a fully grown woman. I have an adult life. I have an adult mind. I'm your wife. This school girl stuff you're talking about is crazy. I'm glad you're giving me back my body, but Mike, why have you cut me off at five feet tall? You know full well that I'm five-five inches tall. " Mike smiled. "Tammy mentally you are a fully grown woman, well at least right now. He grinned at that. "For the most part that's the way you'll remain. However, if I let you go back to your full height you'd tower over the other people you'll be around. I'm sorry I have to do it this way. I love you, every inch of you, but from now on you're just going to have to settle for five feet. At home here in the privacy of our house you'll be my wife. Here, mentally and carnally you'll be everything a full-grown woman is supposed to be, but outside, or when we have company you'll be a thirteen-year old middle school girl. When we're out you'll know and remember everything that has happened between us, but no matter how hard you try you'll never be able to share that information. Any and every person we meet will naturally assume you are a young adolescent girl. I've thought it over Tammy. This way I'll be able to control your behavior without anyone suspecting anything. Also, if I decide I want a new personal life, with girlfriends, and dates and such, you'll be out of the way. Last, I've always wanted children, and I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. From now on you're my little girl." Tammy listened but still didn't believe what she was hearing. "Mike you're completely nuts, but I'm out of that stupid cage. Five feet is a lot better than six inches, and if playing along with this fantasy for a little while satisfies you and keeps me free, then I'll play along." Mike grinned. "Tammy that's great. Now here's what I want you to do. Over down the hall is a bathroom fully stocked with soaps, shampoos, razors, depilatory creams, and a vast array of accouterments any woman would want; now get in there and enjoy. Get cleaned up. Once your done in the bathroom we're going out." Tammy didn't need any further instruction. She'd been penned up in a little cell for half a week. She wanted to get out. She needed to clean up. Into the bathroom she went. Just like Mike had said, everything she needed was there. She turned on the water and adjusted it to make it as hot as she could stand. Climbing in she felt exuberant. She took the shampoo and washed her hair. She washed it again. She took the body bath soap and soaked every inch of her skin. She lathered every nook and cranny She let the water rinse her off. Then she took a bar of scented soap and scrubbed again, making sure all the bath soap scum was cleaned off. She stood in the powerful stream of hot water and luxuriated for several minutes. This, she thought, was real luxury, especially after her last few days. She stepped from the shower, turned off the water, found a massive towel and started to dry off. She looked around the sink and found a toothbrush. Boy she thought, if anyone ever needed a tooth brushing it was she. Tammy swore she'd never eat another cookie as long as she lived. She found her favorite toothpaste. Mike must have gotten it for her. She went to work on her choppers. Finally finished with her teeth she looked about and found the depilatory cream Mike had mentioned. Her pussy was ripe and brittle with uncut stubble.She knew Mike would want that completely cleaned off. Using the cream she cleared all the bristles off. One thing was for sure; Tammy didn't want to provoke Mike. She'd had enough of the six-inch treatment. If a clean-shaven pussy helped keep Mike happy, then a clean-shaven pussy was what she had. After several minutes of quiet complimented by a good hair brushing Tammy stepped out of the bathroom. She looked at Mike, "You said we were going out. Do you have something for me to wear?" Tammy didn't know it yet, but she was on the cusp of a completely new set of life experiences. Chapter Six: Mike spoke to Tammy, "Come over here honey so I can get you ready." Tammy gave Mike her cheeriest smile, "Any thing you want sweetie." Mike knew that was phony, but he paid no attention. The next minutes with his wife were going to be critical. "Tammy sit over here on this chair. I've been reading up the last few nights while I've been alone in those motel rooms. I've got some interesting ideas." Tammy smiled back, "Sure thing." She sat on the seat he proffered, and waited patiently. The chair was really a big bar stool. She jumped on it, and propped her feet on the bottom rung so as to be as comfortable as possible. Mike looked her over carefully. He had to admit; though she was a tad smaller, he still had a terrific looking wife. She stood about five feet four inches, naturally. She had smallish feet, perhaps a size five. Her hair was soft and long, sort of honey colored. Not quite blond, but certainly not brunette. She had pretty hazel eyes with great eyelashes, a cute slightly turned up nose, and a cute slightly dimpled chin. Her head sat on a long, but not over long, neck. Her neck gave her a statuesque look. Her ears were small, and she'd been careful not to fill them with piercing holes. And they rested against the side of her head. They weren't stick out ears! Each ear only had one piercing. She had great breasts. He thought they were 34B, smallish, perky, and with that tear drop shape a perfect breast is supposed to have. He remembered when they were first married, before she became wife bitch, how great for munching they were. Her nipples were great. They would stick out almost on demand. Just a good long look and Tammy started to feel aroused, and those nips would start to fill up and peak out at you. Her hands were small like her feet. She was graceful, womanly, sort of impish too. It was going to be fun getting her ready for her new life. Mike started to go to work. First he took her hair, and swiftly, before she could react he cut the front of her hair into bangs. Then he took the longer fronds and started coiling them into braids. He intended to make two braids. He wanted long pigtails tonight. He could tell she was surprised by the bangs, but seemed to like the way he was combing her hair and braiding it. He knew she always liked being made over. He got her hair into two long braids that hung down to just below her shoulders. Then taking four little rubber bands he managed to clump the braids at the top and the bottom so things wouldn't fall out. Last he took two sections of the blue ribbon he'd bought and tied small bows into the top of each braid. The bowed ribbon made her braids flair up and out slightly. The effect highlighted the shape of her neck. He stepped back a little and checked his work. He liked the outcome. The hair in two braids with the blue bows gave her a youthful appearance. That was the idea. He thought the braids might be a little long, but he knew if he cut her hair off shorter he might change his mind later and then there wouldn't be enough hair to work with. He thought he'd leave her hair the length and shape it was. Then he thought. Why not pull the braids together at the ends and tie them off with more ribbon. He stepped behind her and pulled the braids back and down. Using a third piece of the blue ribbon he tied the ends of the braids together at about one inch from the absolute end. He liked the look. Though it was still a child's hairdo, at least to his mind's eye, it seemed a little more formal. It was an ideal style for an open house visit by a young girl and her older uncle. Besides, with the braids pulled back and tied off the way they were it exposed more of her neck and made her seem more naked. The last thing he did was to take a brush and lightly fluff the bangs in the front giving them a thicker and more velvety look. When he finished he thought her hair looked terrific. Next came the make up. He pulled out the packet with the cheek blush. Taking a small brush used for these purposes he lightly applied a thin coat of pink blush around her cheeks and above her eyes. He stepped back. He thought, that looked great. She's looking younger every time I touch her. He got out the eye make up. He had some eyeliner that he applied very sparingly beneath her eyes. It was a pale blue, and helped accentuate the hazel in her eyes. He took a small dab of eyelash make up and applied it. It was minimal, and intended only to acknowledge that she had eyelashes. Last were her lips. He had some shiny pink colored lip gloss for that. He told her to pucker up. She did, and he applied a little bit of the pink gloss. He told her to purse, or squeeze, her lips together. She did. He applied a little more gloss. She pursed her lips again. After two more application he thought he had put on enough. At last he stepped back and checked her make up. It was almost like she wasn't wearing any, just the look he wanted. The make up he applied gave her a young look. She was only twenty-seven anyway. This make up he thought pulled her back into her teens. Mike spoke, "Tammy why don't you step over to the dining room mirror and check out your new look." Tammy stepped to the mirror. She looked herself over carefully. She thought. Mike has been doing some reading. She thought she looked pretty darn good, but she did realize that if he was trying to capture a childlike look, he'd done a far better job then he realized. She also thought she had a little more lip gloss than was actually necessary, but since it was his program she kept quiet about that. Tammy told him. "Mike you've made me look like a young girl." He smiled. "That's the way I want it." Tammy looked at him. "Well you've got me made up, but I don't think I can go out just yet. I'm going to need something to wear." Mike smiled again. "Come back with me into your room." Tammy followed Mike into what was the second largest bedroom. It was good sized, but it wasn't as big as the one she presumed he was going to use. Mike said "On the bed I've got some boxes. Each box has something I want you to wear tonight. I'm going to wait in the living room while you get dressed." Mike turned and left. Tammy looked over the array of boxes. There were boxes of all shapes and sizes. She started opening them. As soon as she started she could tell they were arranged after a fashion where she would be opening and trying on the item that would most likely be going on first, then second, and so on. The first box she opened had a bra and a pair of underpants. She was nonplussed by the bra. It was too small, and there was no support for her breasts. It was a white piece of lingerie, with elastic straps. There were no real cups, just an area where the material was slightly looser. She put the bra on. It was tight, and it held her breasts close to her chest. There wasn't any real support to think of, and as she moved her boobs bounced and swayed with her movements. The next box held one pair of underpants. The first thing she noticed was that they were cotton. The second thing she noticed was they had something written on them. It read 'Little Angel' across her ass. She slipped the underpants on. They were actually quite comfortable, but when she looked in the mirror, the under pants along with the bra gave a distinctly childlike appearance. That was something she didn't particularly like. Already she was starting to worry. Tammy wondered if Mike was really serious about the schoolgirl look. The third box removed all doubt. Inside the third box was her blouse. It was white. It was short sleeved, and the sleeves were capped. They were quite puffy, flouncy, and translucent. There was a clearly visible gathering of lace around the cuffs of the sleeves. The blouse had a peter pan collar, that extended about three inches outward from the neckline all the way around. The edges of the collar were trimmed in lace like the cuffs. She put the blouse on. It was an almost perfect fit. Actually, once she adjusted it slightly, she decided it was a perfect fit. Made of cotton, the fabric was unyielding. The buttons were crisp, white, and on the small side. There were twelve of them. She had some trouble buttoning the blouse up, since the buttons were small, and the material was a little bit more rigid than she liked. Once it was buttoned she had to accept that it looked really good, but she still didn't like it. The blouse was designed for a girl, not a woman. She looked at herself. She was getting younger by the item. One clear problem with the blouse was the pink pet collar held on by the padlock. It was still on her neck, and it really looked out of place. She hoped Mike would take the damn collar off. The Lamp Ch. 05-06 The next box she opened had her dress, if dress was what you could call it. Really it was a jumper, a child's jumper. She pulled it on. She hated it. The hemline came down to just about mid-thigh. It was something of a min-jumper, not dress. There was no real shape to the thing. It had a broad strip that went across her chest that compressed her breasts more tightly against her torso. The shoulder straps were about three inches wide, and covered nearly all the top of the blouse except for the peter-pan collar, which now actually sat atop the jumper. Her childish capped sleeves with lace cuffs abutted right up to the edge of the jumper at the top. It was a light blue outfit. When she looked in the mirror she was devastated. He clearly meant what he said when he talked about turning her into a schoolgirl. This was a schoolgirl's outfit, and with it on she absolutely looked the part. Looking at it in the mirror she felt self conscious and just a little childish. She wondered if he were serious about her wearing this outside. She wondered what people would think when they saw her, a woman dressed like a child. There were only three boxes left, and one box clearly had shoes. She skipped the shoe-box and went for the one right above it. She opened it, and almost threw up. This box held her socks, or rather her knee-highs. Inside this travesty that was a box was a pair of knee high stockings. They were white, thin, and they looked like they would be too tight. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled them on. She was right they were tight, but were long enough, and she was able to pull them all the way to the base of her knees. Without getting off the bed she reached for the shoe-box. She was afraid of what she was going to find. She dreaded this box's content more than anything she'd opened so far. She lifted the lid off the box. Tammy gave a sigh of horror. She knew it. He'd bought her a pair of black, high gloss, patent leather Mary Janes. She was crushed. She was humiliated. She wanted to cry. This was the ultimate in degradation. It was almost as bad as the birdcage. In a way it was the birdcage. She held the shoes up and looked at them. They were just like the ones she'd been forced to wear when she really was in middle school. Tammy sat perfectly still. She felt her stomach tying itself up in knots. She was having trouble breathing. She felt her eyes welling up with tears. She had to fight them back. She remembered when she had been a little girl, her parents had insisted that she wear exactly this same style of shoe when she went to school. Tammy looked down from her perch on the bed. She might as well call it a perch. It was a perch like the birdcage perch, only of a different sort. Mike was really putting it to her. She knew she had no choice. She took each shoe and strapped it around her ankles. They were tight and uncomfortable, just like she remembered they would be. She turned her feet from side to side. She arched her ankles to look at the shoes from the top. They were the shoes she'd worn when she was twelve. She puckered up her face like she was going to cry but held it back. He'd succeeded. Mike had gotten to her. This was her ultimate humiliation. He was turning her into something she'd believed she left behind years ago. She'd hated middle school. She'd hated being a young girl nobody paid any attention to, and yet Mike was making her become that same little girl again. She wondered if he knew how incredibly cruel this was. There was only one box left. What more could he do. She opened the box. He'd done it. He'd found the one thing more that would exact a full measure of defenselessness and humiliation. There in the last box was a small patent leather pocket book, fully equipped with a shoulder strap. This was the last straw. She broke down. She almost cried, but at the very last instant she remembered she was wearing his make up. She dare not smear or mar it. One wrong step, and she'd be back n the birdcage. Tammy looked in the mirror one last time. Her hair was in girlish braids and blue ribbons. Face made up with pink blush, pink lip gloss, bangs, and pale blue eye shadow. It was a girl's face. A jumper appropriate for a ten or twelve year old, with clearly visible peter pan collar and puffy capped sleeves all trimmed in childish lace, covered by a girlish jumper that crushed her breasts into insignificance. Brilliant white knee-highs, shiny patent leather buckle up shoes, and a little girl's shoulder strap patent leather pocket book. She felt awkward and insignificant just looking at herself. There was nothing left to do but face Mike. Out of the bedroom she stumbled. As she entered the living she felt incredibly self-aware. She self-consciously held the hem of her jumper as she walked toward Mike. The shoes were tight, and the leather soles made walking difficult, and that only made her gait and her persona appear even more awkward and insecure. She thought how bad could this be? She was reduced to nothing. She was a little insignificant child, beneath the radar, below the range and perception of the adult world, a world she used to inhabit. Mike looked at her and fell in love. He'd succeeded beyond his wildest imagination. He said, "Tammy walk over here so I can take that pink dog collar off. It looks terribly out of place." Tammy shuffled over. She knew she was shuffling and she knew it was juvenile, but she couldn't help it. Her self-esteem was at such a low point it was about the best she could do. She felt ridiculous. She felt the way she looked, like a child, a girl not quite ready for adolescence. Mike took the dog's collar off. He said, "There may not be much of a need for that anymore. Wait here, while I put it in your room" He walked back and stowed it away in the top of her bureau. When he came back he said, "Tammy I put your dog collar, the padlock, and one key in the top drawer of your bureau. We may never need it again, but leave it there just in case." Tammy just smiled and said, "OK Mike" Mentally she was telling herself, this man has become a monster. He knows he's going to put that collar back on me the first chance he gets. He'll just wait for me to disagree or make him mad, and he'll dig it out again. Mike went on, "I've been in contact with the school you'll be attending. They're having something of an open house tonight. I've notified them that we were coming. Most of the faculty will be there. Parents from all grades from kindergarten through the twelfth grade will be there. I'm told they'll have student guides and student chaperones on hand to show us around the facility, and to baby-sit if the occasion arises. Now Tammy, it is an open house. I want you to eat something while we're there. Later I'll be going out to eat. I've made reservations for myself and the head of the middle school. After the open house you'll be coming back here. One of the upper school girls has agreed to baby-sit you while I'm at dinner. Since you'll be perceived as a child, I'll expect the best behavior out of you, and I expect you to go to bed early. Don't give your baby-sitter any trouble." There was nothing Tammy could say. She looked at her husband. "I'll be well behaved." That was all she could get out. Her emotions wouldn't allow anything else. By the way, "I think you better start referring to me as Uncle Mike from now on." Tammy grimaced but answered, "OK Uncle Mike." One last thing before they stepped outside. Mike held up a wrap. "Put this on." She looked at the wrap he held out for her. It was a girl's outdoor coat. It was light brown with three large buttons part way down the front. About mid way down, just below her breast line was a big broad belt with a big round cloth buckle that would hold the rest together. To Tammy it was awful. Mike held it up for her to put her arms through. It was tight and uncomfortable, and it came to just the hem of the jumper. Tammy thought her humiliation was complete, but Mike wasn't finished. He said, " I have some other attire for you." He smiled and handed her a pair of black horn-rimmed glasses, "These glasses are so weak they really won't do anything for you visually, but they might add to the youngish look we're trying to achieve." Tammy took the glasses and tried them. They fit, and she couldn't discern any change in her vision. She turned to look in the mirror. "Yes, she thought, she'd lost another year or two. Would he never stop degrading her?" she thought. Mike still wasn't through. "Tammy, this is a retainer. Put it in your mouth. It's very discreet, and it won't hurt you teeth. I've seen lots of girls your age, that is young middle school age girls, who have to wear them. I think it will help further the aura of youthfulness we're trying to create." Tammy took the retainer. First she turned it around in her hand. Then she slipped it in her mouth. It was a snug fit around her upper teeth. It didn't really hurt, but it felt awkward and out of place. Turning again to the mirror she smiled. She thought, "I won't be doing much smiling or talking with this in my mouth. He's getting me coming and going." Mike spoke, "Another thing." He handed her a small charm bracelet. Tammy recognized it as being almost exactly like something that she'd worn when she was ten years old. She immediately didn't like it, but she put it on, and shook it. The charms were small and delicate. They jingled slightly every time she moved her wrist. Mike spoke yet again, "I have one last thing. Turn around please and face the other way." Tammy turned around. Mike lifted his arms over her head and placed a small necklace around her head. Fastening it in the back he said, "Well that's the last of it." Tammy took one more look in the mirror. Hanging around her throat, and dangling down over her blouse was a small gold necklace with a single ornament, a heart. The heart was small and delicate. It sat dead center in the middle of the front of her peter-pan collar. It was pretty, but like everything else she had on, it was childish and absolutely abhorrent. Together they headed for the front door of their new home. Mike the older, mature guardian, Tammy the little girl out for the first time in a new city. Tammy wanted to bury her head in her hands and cry. He was destroying her.